The Girl in the Little Black Dress

Chapter One - The Girl

 Long , Wavy, Black Hair

 Passing By On The Sidewalk

 Wish I Had A Chance

A poem. A haiku to be exact, assigned to me in Language Arts as something I remember most about my three day weekend. I was walking to the coffee shop for my daily wake-up call. With the roar of the car engines and the sound of people talking, shoving or even mugging one another, I almost didn't notice her. Almost. When she caught my gaze I stopped and stared, she was engrossed in her phone until she looked up, at me. Her eyes were a stormy grey, she was probably no taller than 5'3, with black hair to the midst of her back. One thing I remembered most was her dress. It was a middle-of-the-thigh dress, short sleeve and about two shades darker than her hair. The perfect match up, right?